Twin Flames

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Cosmic reunions

Sacred Renewals

Held as the sun rose

Entwined in its set

Lapping waves

Quietly felt understanding and gentle respect

I heard the taps and felt the pangs

Darkness came in the middle of our night

Silencing the stillness of breath

Twin flames

A chosen road

The true essence of our deepest heart

A shared walk, finding the light in the darkness of our night

~Alisa Hutton

 

 

Grain

grains

My heart was reminded of love this morning, perspective

Little grains of hurt scattered on an open shore

Hurt is nothing more than a single particle of sand, insignificant to the whole

Standing back with a broadened lens we can see the ocean, open sky and so much more

Love always has perspective and courage

If it doesn’t

Maybe it is just another grain on your shore

~Alisa Hutton

The Disability of Ego

ego

The disability of ego

Sincere hearts kept at arm’s length

Walls built

Who is right and who is wrong

Protective bricks to appear strong

Is compassion and open nature for the weakest of souls

Or is our ego filling spaces needed to grow

In anger and silence we polish our pride

Suffocating connection in an effort to hide

The disability of ego will always try to win

An open heart, my chosen kin

~Alisa Hutton

Sunday Morning

coffee

Sunday

Seemingly a day where life is always felt more

Clarified feelings while sitting in a deeply felt rest and warmth

Fragrances of morning routine and peaceful wake quietly stored

Perhaps heightened by tradition, this is the day I was taught to worship all that is special and extend love to whom my heart adores

On Sunday I gently know

As if upon waking I am wrapped in a warm blanket for my soul

A simple wish to share morning coffee and hold sacred that to which I feel for you

This Sunday morning

I am reminded of my quiet truth

~Alisa Hutton

Pause

space

The human business of mindfulness such a curious thing

With every breath individual moments of thought and emotion

Little pangs that rattle and tap at my conscience heart

Enter and exit with kindness regardless of felt pleasure or pain

Not mine to edit, simply notice

In my quiet

The judge, the jury and the critic no longer speaking with such volume and in disruptive ways

Creating space the waves now able to reach my shore

Sitting by the ocean I am reminded,

What was lost to the noise of my spirit and mind

Now seems so effortlessly found

In my pauses, in clarified silent ways

I find myself breathing the simple nature of missing you in my days

~Alisa Hutton